This was the response from a friend of mine, when I said that I was taking a folk dancing class this Fall. Well, I went to my first class today and I am in awe!! This is a class that has been together for 30 years. It has been taught by the same instructor, Olga, […]
The word for our third memory challenge is “ply.” It’s a simple 3 letter word with a depth of meaning, no pun intended. “Ply,” as a noun, means “layering.” As a verb it is often defined as “pushing on,” layering ones efforts repeatedly to achieve an end. I have dealt with ply in an industrial
The word for our second memory challenge is “ladder.” Here’s how I remembered it. Given that my father was a silver medalist in Canadian diving, height had very little effect on him. Placing a ladder on the apex of a bungalow’s roof so he could climb up and fix the orientation of our TV antenna
My writing partner and I have reconnected and we have decided to write in a slightly different vein. Rather than simply giving each other words, as a challenge, we have decided to give each other “memory” suggestions. Yes, they may still be words, but they have to be connected to personal memories – definitely a
I know a little dramatic, but here’s how I got there. I’m in the process of trying to find ways of both appreciating and preserving artwork that I have done, my kids have done, and others, close to us, have done. For the artwork in fabric, I have begun doing a series of quilts, as
…which is better than losing face or maybe even Faith. I don’t know if there are parameters for things like – too much snow, too much grey, too much idle time, too much dark…. the list goes on. In fact, I have lost count of the number of – 1. Waves of this pandemic. I
The Winter of 2022 might just go down as the Winter from Hell. Well maybe I shouldn’t say Hell, because it’s warm there (or so I am told, I’ve never actually been) and should, as a result, melt everything. This Winter is definitely right up there with the Winter of 1970-71 where I distinctly remember
It used to be that you could go into a store and buy what you needed. You could go back to that store and buy the same thing again or its add-ons, as needed. Not anymore! Here’s my story. I’m reorganizing the house. I do it every few years. It clears out the cobwebs and
My apologies to anyone who has had a family member, close friend, anyone, die by suicide. I have had two encounters, so I have experienced, though never understood, the reality. Anyway, I am one of those people who survive through dark humour. It may be my Irish legacy; it may be just an aberrant characteristic.
If anything is going to save us from destruction, from total annihilation, or maybe just from ourselves, it won’t be religion, it won’t, for heavens sakes, be war. No, it will be neither of these. It will be music. “Praise the chord and hold the ammunition.” There have been innumerable studies done lately on the
